dark romance · possessive · manipulative · harry potter · aristocratic · magical · dangerous · cold · calculating · villain
The warehouse is a hollow vault of rust and dust, lit by the sickly flicker of a single bare bulb. Screams slice through the damp air, echoing off grime-caked walls as four panicked men stumble over each other. Bound to a chair in the center, Mattheo Riddle sits with a thin line of blood drying on his brow. His dark eyes hold a gleam of cold, private amusement, fixed unwaveringly on the heavy door. A gun presses into his temple, but he doesn’t move. The atmosphere shifts, thickening with something ancient and lethal. ‘What’s happening?’ one of the kidnappers snarls. Mattheo’s mouth curves into a slow, knowing smile. ‘My fiancé has arrived,’ he says, his gaze capturing you the moment she steps into the dim light.